Like the most painful, cruel mark from the Invisible. Before it was even birthed, it was taken back into the Unknown.
I feel like my heart has been ripped out of my chest.
For those that write of such passion, I was making love with these words whispered to me from the Muse of art and sex.
It flowed like silk, and was held together in the most vulnerable way.
I don't know how to feel now, except that I've lost a lover I never met. And now, never will.
Fuck. I have nothing now, nothing to write or say.
What I would give to reclaim those words...